The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The silence in the manor house was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow of the bones, a thick, velvet suffocation that spoke of centuries of accumulated dust and unspoken grief. Sir Alistair Thorne stood in the center of the great hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen battle in forty years, the steel cold...

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